black mandala

something romantic. "

"Then do you like it?" Doug Lang said with joy in his voice.

"Uh, I like it."

"Really? Then I'll read it to you again." He paused, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, cleared his throat and continued to read, "My music, why do you feel sad when you listen to it? Sweetness is not mutually exclusive, Pleasure makes joy laugh. Why love that which you are not happy to love, or take pleasure in your troubles?"

"Hehe! This is pretty good too!" He Qingwen forced a smile.

"And this part—"

As a result, Doug Lang read at least ten poems to He Qingwen throughout the night.

That night, He Qingwen gritted his teeth and survived.

The two children were also whispering and fell asleep.

Three days later—

"Diven, I saw a few more great poems today." Doug Lang pulled He Qingwen into bed, and picked up the book again.

"Doug Lang, I'm a little tired today, don't read poetry, okay?"

"Tired? Well, I won't read poetry anymore."

"okay!"

He Qingwen heaved a sigh of relief, turned sideways and closed his eyes.

Doug Lang leaned against the head of the bed, staring at He Qingwen's back from the corner of his eye, and pointing his fingers boredly.

After a while, he cleared his throat, "Then let's talk about something else, Diven, I watched Wuthering Heights today, should I tell you?"

He Qingwen opened his eyes suddenly, and took a deep breath, but after thinking about it, at least Doug Lang would not read those strange things anymore, his heart softened, he turned around and listened patiently.

"Okay, let's talk!"

An hour later, He Qingwen forced his eyes closed, and after listening to what Doug Lang said about what Catherine said to Heathcliff when she was dying, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Doug Lang by the neck, raised his head Kiss him on the lips.

Doug Lang was stunned at the time, a little unbelievable, and immediately forgot the rest of the story he was going to tell.

Then He Qingwen yawned in satisfaction, and waved at him, "There are still many things to do tomorrow, go to sleep!"

Doug Lang nodded again and again, "Okay, okay, sleep, sleep!" Grinding his palms, he lifted the quilt ecstatically, "Diven, honey, here I come!"

"Dougron, what are you doing? Well—"

Eddie downstairs turned off the lamp, "Okay, Morange, we can finally sleep too!"

But not long after, Morange reached out and turned on the light again.

"what sound?"

Eddie closed his eyes, "The sound of the bed."

Morange shook his head and sighed, "Oh! Diven's waist—"

In the next few days, Doug Lang discovered that as his knowledge increased, He Qingwen kissed him more and more frequently. In other words, the method Eddie taught him was correct. .

This discovery made Doug Lang believe without doubt that the power of knowledge is really powerful and miraculous, so he worked harder and prepared to digest all the books in his study that were only used as decorations before.

And, the sooner the better.

a month later—

Hodder was preparing breakfast in the dining room when he saw Eddie and Morange go downstairs yawning.

"Master Eddie, Master Morange, good morning, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"It's not last night, it's that I haven't slept well these few nights."

"Recently I've been dozing off in class, it's not okay to continue like this, Molanqi, I'll go to sleep with you at night."

"it is good!"

The two brothers, each with a pair of dark circles under their eyes, sat at the dining table waiting for the meal to be served.

After a while, He Qingwen also came down from upstairs, with the same tired and listless expression.

"Master, it seems that your spirit is not very good recently?"

He Qingwen half-opened his eyes and nodded. You know, besides listening to Dougron's endless nagging every night, the price of closing his mouth with kisses is also very high.

God, he can't stand that kind of torment anymore at his age. Doug Lang is obviously ten years older than him, and he can only walk on the ground in the second year after waking up, but he still has the spirit of a dragon, like a Two 30-year-old boys.

It's like this every day, how can people bear it.

He supported his old waist and sat down slowly.

As soon as he sat down, Dougron appeared. He walked down the stairs slowly. For a moment, Huo De suddenly felt that this person seemed to be very different from usual.

In the past, whenever he appeared, he always laughed wildly or spoke loudly, but in the past two days, he has been very quiet, always leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a book in the other, looking elegant, calm and calm.

"Hi! Good morning, Hodder!"

"Morning, good morning, sir!"

Dougron sat down with a smile on his face, and at a glance he saw the rose that had just been cut in the morning in the vase on the table, so he casually said, "Who is it that is so evil that you are so bright but short-lived?" It's really selfish and cruel to cut off your life without hesitation." He shook his head and sighed.

"Sir, do you mean that there will be no need to prepare flowers on the table in the future?"

Doug Lang looked at Hodder, "Why?"

"Master, you just said—"

Doug Lang shook his head, "The evil of beauty does not lie in itself, but in the fact that those who want to possess it hide a devil called possessiveness in their hearts. But if no one wants to possess it, then its beauty For whom will it be revealed? Unappreciated, silently withered, its death will be meaningless."

After finishing speaking, he gently stroked the rose, showing his eight white teeth to everyone, and smiling brightly.

Everyone in the restaurant was dumbfounded.

Servant A, "Master, what's wrong?"

Servant B, "I don't know, maybe it's because I slept too long and left sequelae."

Servant C, "Haven't you been awake for many years?"

Servant Ding, "You don't understand, it's delayed."

"Oh!" Everyone nodded.

Since then, at night, everyone occasionally heard a voice coming from the bedroom of the main house.

"Dougron, shut up, shut up, my God! I can't stand it! Get out of here!"

Eddie raised his eyes from the book and shook his head, "Ah! Noisy love, passionate resentment, everything created out of nothing, heavy frivolity, serious arrogance, neat chaos, leaden feathers, bright smoke , cold fire, haggard health, eternal waking sleep, denial of being."

Morange rubbed his eyes, "Eddie, what did you say?"

Eddie shrugged. "It's nothing. Shakespeare said it. He said it's love!"

Molanqi rolled his eyes, "Nonsense, sleep!"

The lights dim, and the manor at night is quiet and beautiful under the moonlight. It is like the strange village in a fairy tale. The people inside tell you one story after another, called love stories——

"Morange, get your hands off, and—you hit me."

"Oh, sorry, Eddie, I just had a dream!"

Molanqi turned around, lowered his head under the quilt, and secretly glanced at his pants——

well!Unknowingly, the youth of the two children came quietly like this—?

☆, postscript

?First of all, Mei San would like to thank the readers who like this article and have always supported Mei San!

A beautiful sentence!One sentence is awesome!What it brings to Mei San is the strength to persevere.

There are no words to express my gratitude, and the only thing I can do is to make persistent efforts and continue to write good works to repay your love.

This article takes the three protagonists as the main line and describes the emotional entanglement between them, but in fact, there are many characters here. Mei Sanben wanted to give them more performance scenes, and even increase the space, but if that is the case, the article will appear procrastinated , so in the end Mei San decided to give up, and only explained their own stories in the dialogue, such as Manxi, He Zhong and Xiu An. Among them, the most regrettable character is Xiu An. An eye-catching little character came on the stage, and he became the ultimate boss in the end.

Although this person is cruel, hypocritical, vicious, and devoid of humanity, the reason is all because of his admiration and admiration for Doug Lang, who is worshiped as a god. He gave up a lot for Doug Lang, including being true to himself.In fact, he is poor, he did not have a good childhood, his father only taught him to plunder and kill, his world is gray, the only bright color is that dazzling red, his love and hatred, his helplessness, His loss of sanity was attributed to Doug Lang. He would rather abandon everything and hide his love in his heart for decades, but he didn't want the god or devil in his heart to become an ordinary mortal. But in a blink of an eye, But let others take everything away, how can he be reconciled?Douglang saw through all of this, so in the end, Douglang handed over the gun to Xiao Muyuan and asked him to finish it, because he had no choice but to finish it with his own hands, and moved by love, Mei San finally let him A well-deserved death.

Written here, swaying 50 words, in fact, what I want to express is nothing more than one word.

To borrow the words of an author I like very much, the whole article is full of "love".

Friendship, friendship, love——

There are parents who don't want and pay for their children, there are childhood sweethearts who sacrifice their lives, there are friends and confidants, and there are also feelings of admiration and secret love. Regardless of everything, only love——

Love is a thing, born in an instant, but if you want to join hands for a long time, you have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one hardships, just like the black mandala flower, watered with blood, it blooms enchantingly and fragrantly, which can confuse people's minds, but it is poisonous and pierces the intestines During the period of pain and struggle, ups and downs, separation and reunion, only through the past, can we know each other, accompany, cherish each other, stay together, and love each other, just like the sub-volumes in the text, budding buds, quietly blooming, fragrant Thick, fragrant, bright and in full bloom, after the golden brocade, the whole process of a flower blooming, Qia Qia is also the process of casting love.

So far, no more to say, Mei San is here, I wish the lovers in the world will get married in the end.

Now let me explain Doug Lang's surname. Many people ask me why it is a symbol. In fact, it is to avoid collision with the real surname, so one of the characters is replaced by a symbol. I would like to inform you that Doug Lang's full name is Dougron Watson.

To reiterate, this story is purely fictitious, there is no similarity or coincidence.

Let's talk about music:

1. The autumn is strong, and the autumn is strong in the hearts of the people. A glass of wine brings a variety of emotions. There are many partings. There are many partings in the season when the leaves fall. Hold your hand and put it in your heart. I want you to remember, the wordless promise ——

Chapter 15 in the first volume, everyone will know the lyrics, Jacky Cheung's "Autumn Feeling", but I prefer Liu Mingxiang's version in Good Voice, in fact, the whole first and second volumes give people the feeling of this A touch of sadness, sighing the helplessness of fate, like maple leaves in autumn, a brilliant season, but that's all.

The wind blows, the leaves fall, people walk, and the tea cools down.

2. "Silentnight, holynight! Alliscalm, allisbright, roundyonvirgin—"